Final Chapter: Goodbye

He's dead.

Finally breaking free from the clones grasps, I grabbed ones head, and smashed it into the other. Blood splattered all over. I should've died, but here I am, alive. My sinful ass. I chose him to be my partner, so I could do the dirty work, and let him stay clean. I looked at Jackson Reeves, that son of a gun.

'Looks like mistakes finally erased.'

I wasn't much of a listener. Taking my shotgun, I pumped it and he looked at me, afriad.

'Wait what are you doing! I'm a man of science! I can create genetically modified species! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be alive!' He pounded his chest.

'And I'm just a girl without morals,' I shot him center mass. Watching his body fly into the street and crash into the water, I walked over to Heartlockes body. On his person, he had his journal, now he can't write no more. Slipping it in my pocket, I walked off, to disappear from this town.

Days later, I found a cabin in the woods, I decided to check it out. From living off the wild, this was a change. Upon entering, it was well kept, but abandoned all the same. It was a small one story, no bedroom, so I made my way to the couch and took a seat. Opening Heartlocke's journal, I read.

I nearly broke into tears.

He had every major detail, from when he first awoke, to what he thought of me, to his action of reviving me. I drove him to his death. If I hadn't ran off from him, I wouldn't have died and he wouldn't have needed to kill.

Going to the next page, it was empty. He would've written about the encounter with Jackson, if he was alive. Then I saw it, a red stain. This red stain bled through some pages, for it was in the far back. Flipping to it, it was....blood. Not just a random splat but a message. It read...

"Hey Sammy, if you're reading this, I probably died. That being the case, I wish I could've said this myself, but.....would you live on, for me?"

A tear hit the page.

'Yeah,' I grabbed the pen I had on me and started to fill in the blank pages. 'I will..partner.'

When I finished, I wrote one final word, before closing the journal. Cutting my finger, blood was now exposed. Using my blood, I wrote "G-O-O-D B-Y-E."

Slipping the journal in my pocket, I readied to set out and see if I could find out more about this, "Project Heartlocke." What he wrote can't be all of it, there has to be more.